#How to Install CCTV Cameras

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How to Install CCTV Cameras in Ghaziabad, Noida

Step-by-Step Guide: Installing CCTV Cameras Introduction: CCTV cameras are invaluable for bolstering security and surveillance in various settings, be it residential or commercial. The installation process plays a vital role in maximizing the effectiveness of CCTV cameras. In this article, we will present a comprehensive step-by-step guide on how to install CCTV cameras efficiently and…

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A Comprehensive Guide to Installing CCTV Cameras for Enhanced Security

The installation of Closed-Circuit Television (CCTV) cameras is a strategic move towards bolstering the security of your home or business. These systems act as vigilant sentinels, providing round-the-clock surveillance to deter potential threats and offer invaluable evidence in case of incidents. In this article, we'll provide a step-by-step guide to help you install CCTV cameras with ease and effectiveness.

Planning Your CCTV System

A well-thought-out plan is the foundation of a successful CCTV installation. Start by considering the following key aspects:

a. Location: Identify the critical areas you want to monitor, such as entrances, parking lots, or high-traffic areas. These will dictate the number and type of cameras you need.

b. Camera Selection: Choose the appropriate camera types, such as dome cameras for indoor use, bullet cameras for outdoor surveillance, or PTZ (Pan-Tilt-Zoom) cameras for flexible coverage.

c. Power Supply: Ensure that each camera has access to a reliable power source. Decide between wired and wireless camera options based on your needs.

d. Storage: Determine how you will store recorded footage. Options include a dedicated DVR (Digital Video Recorder), NVR (Network Video Recorder), or cloud-based storage solutions.

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Hi can you please do 12 no underwear? For more human!Cas? I was thinking maybe their out in public ands the reader is wearing a short skirt fo something and Cas gets all turned on and wound up or something like that idk only if you want to. THANK YOU

Take Me Home

Pairing: Human!Castiel/Fem!Reader (Season 9)

Rating: M/18+

I guess this is an unofficial installment of the 'If you will have me, I am yours' series. GN!Pronouns used, but reader does have AFAB anatomy.

Please remember: to always lift with your legs. (The actions performed in the below fic are performed by fictional characters!)

Words: 885

Content: Semi-public foreplay, semi-public nudity, teasing Cas, Cas teasing you, dirty talk, size difference.

Excerpt: “No underwear?” He whispers. “Is that for my enjoyment?” “Who else?” You giggle, wiggling your ass back until it rubs against Cas’s crotch. The hiss that escapes his lips only fueling your fire.  

“Okay!” You huff, depositing your armful of sundries into the cart Cas was nonchalantly following you around the store with for your late-night grocery shop. “What next?”

“Ummmm.” You stare at his lips as he purses them while examining your communal shopping list. “Rice.”

“Rice, yes!” You confirm before hurrying over to the next aisle, occasionally turning back to make sure Cas was close behind you. When you spot the 5kg bag of rice on the bottom shelf, you take a moment to sheepishly look up and down the aisle, confirming the two of you are alone and there are no CCTV cameras nearby. With one last glance to check Cas is looking, you bend straight over at the waist, you feel the short fabric of your dress rise straight over your naked ass. The cold air, the feeling of being exposed, of knowing Castiel was watching made your skin tingle, and you were hyperaware of how wet you were already becoming.

Rice obtained you slowly stand up straight, when you’re sure you can feel your dress has settled enough to cover your lower body you turn back to the cart. When you look up at Castiel he’s stock-still, brows furrowed, lips pursed, and cheeks pink.

“What’s wrong?” You ask as you place the rice in the cart.

He stares at you a moment longer before deadpanning; “Nothing.”    

You’re unable to hide the confusion that briefly overcomes your face. You’re only halfway to composing a response when Cas changes the subject by pointing at the shelves behind you. “Can you obtain one of those?”

You follow his gesture to a box of vegetable stock on the very top shelf. You’re pretty sure that even in your highest heels you couldn’t reach that, at least not without climbing.  Regardless, you defiantly nod your head at him and make your way over. Again, you verify your surroundings before extending onto the tips of your toes and stretching your body upwards. Sure enough, the hem of your dress rides up again, not exposing much, but enough that anyone looking would know you were naked underneath.

You’re reaching for the stock for no longer than a few seconds before you feel the familiar touch of Castiel’s calloused fingers on your hip. His warm breath tickles the shell of your ear as he leans closer.

“No underwear?” He whispers. “Is that for my enjoyment?”

“Who else?” You giggle, wiggling your ass back until it rubs against Cas’s crotch. The hiss that escapes his lips only fueling your fire.  

Combating you, he pushes his groin against you further, grinding his clothed erection between your ass-cheeks. It’s your turn to let out an unexpected groan.

“The store is almost empty.” He muses, and you shiver as his free hand gently finds its way to the front of your dress. He rests his chin on your shoulder and watches his own fingers as he plays with the hem. “I could lift your dress right now. I am doubtful that anyone would notice.”

“We could do that.” You concur, certain that your pussy must be dripping by now. If he decided to do it, you probably wouldn’t stop him. “But, we’ll have to be real quiet, and fast.”

Castiel’s rutting slows, and you enjoy the feel of his chest rising and falling against your back as he seems to consider your concerns.

“You have no idea how much I want you right now.” He states and your legs tremble when you feel him bypass your dress, and roughly run a finger between your folds, briefly caressing your clit before delving down to your entrance. He withholds his fingers from plunging in, pressing just hard enough to work you open, without the pleasure of feeling him inside you. “But if I take you home, I can make love to you all night, and you can make those noises that turn me on. I do love the noises you make.”

You’re enjoying his words, you really are, but all you can really think about right now is his

fingers. How close they are, how full they’ll make you feel. You’re trying to gain just a little more height, to move just a little bit forward, so you can sink yourself onto him. Just when you think you’ve found it Cas pulls his hand away, grabbing the box of vegetable stock from above you and adding it to the cart.

You spin around, flushed, dress still hiked above your ass, ready to object but Cas is already at the end of the aisle. You hurry after him, straightening your outfit as you go.

“Where are you going?”

“To the check-outs. Then home.” He informs you as you catch up with him.

“Did we get everything on the list?” You ask.

“Close enough. I will purchase any items we missed after work tomorrow.” He’s barely looking at you, eyes scanning every spot in the store. Undoubtedly figuring out the fastest way out.

“Wow, you really wanna take me home fast huh? Can’t wait to get me out of this dress.” You tease, snaking your arms around one of his.  

“Actually…” He finally stops and looks down at you. Face still flushed, his eyes appraise you, lingering on your upper thighs. “I would prefer you to keep it on.”

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May Prompts (20)

Day 19 here. Start at the beginning here.

Do Over

“Perhaps you need a …. I believe the colloquial term is do over.”

He pulls the mobile away from his ear. “Please don’t try to talk like a normal person ever again,” he says forcefully into the receiver. He returns the mobile to his ear and says, more quietly. “It’s off-putting.”

His brother sighs. “Yes that was unpleasant for me too. But the advice stands, brother mine. This isn’t some grand mystery for you to solve.”

“Mycroft, I assure you I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“Your guilt is getting tedious, Sherlock. And you are far more transparent than you think. You obviously omitted some information in your recounting about the night John fell. me. It’s surely trivial but it’s bothering you so just tell John.”

He says nothing, unsure of how to respond. He hates when Mycroft is right. He walks back down the hall to John’s room and looks in the window. John is sleeping. He looks so peaceful. “I don’t want John to be mad at me,” he says, unsure of why he feels the need to be honest with his brother of all people.

He can hear Mycroft’s eye roll. “That seems unlikely, under the circumstances. And even if it were a probable outcome, Sherlock, delay is hardly an effective tactic. John will remember whatever it is you aren’t telling him.” A pause. “Dr. Watson has always been much more … let’s say hurt … by subterfuge than anything else. A lie by omission is still a lie.”

“He might not remember.”

“We both know that is unlikely. And, in terms of his recovery, not what you want.”

Arg! Why does it brother have to be right?

… And why is the constable guarding John’s room intently watching Sherlock’s half of this conversation? The man’s recently acquired (and atrocious) bleach blonde hair certainly shows a clear lack of judgment.

“Don’t you have something better to do? Your job perhaps,” he snaps at the constable before turning his back on him. It’s not entirely fair because the man’s job is, basically, just to stand there as it seems the constant presence of police has been enough to deter any further intruders. That and the rather Orwellian number of highly visible CCTV cameras that Mycroft had installed.

He hears Mycroft sigh on the other end of the line. “Go talk to John, Sherlock, and put us all out of our misery.” A pause. “But first, put him on. I need to speak with him.”

“John’s sleeping,” he snaps, “and I won’t be waking him to speak to the likes of you. He’s already having enough trouble keeping food down.”

“I don’t have time for this,” Mycroft mutters. “Sod it. I have a message … give him my condolences. I heard his old friend Robert Larkin died. Fentanyl. Terrible thing. I know old Robbie had been planning on visiting but … well he got tied up, I suppose.”

“I’ll pass on the message,” he says, fingers itching to start looking up everything on this Robert Larkin. Mycroft is not all that great at subtlety.

There is silence for a moment before his brother speaks again. “Sherlock, John is safe. Rosie is safe. Let yourself enjoy it.”

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I asked my girlfriend how many people she'd had sex with and didn't like the answer. In fact I hated it. I couldn't deal with it to the extent that I ended up sedating her every night and retiring to my little room where I watch monitor screens of the multiple CCTV cameras installed in her bedroom to ensure she never has sex with anyone but me ever again.

One night we get burgled and five men in balaclavas break in, gag and tie me to my chair making me witness the ensuing events.

They have rough sex with her and I have to watch the pleasure in her face as she finally gets what she's dreamt of after all these years. My panic and fear turn to arousal. I see glimpses of her through all the thrusting bodies. Her dimpled cheeks, her eyes rolling back.

I have to ask for trick in the hope for a plot twist as this is so awful for me.

I'm insecure about the size of my penis. Go to town on this if you like, I'm currently caged for Locktober.

Rape is a hard limit (obviously) but cnc and somno would be excellent! Maybe it was inside job and she texted the security alarm code to an ex lover?

You don’t know what hurts worse, the ropes digging into your naked flesh slowly cutting off the circulation or the looks of raw pleasure on your girlfriend's face as she's fucked from behind while another man sucks on her clit from below.

Or maybe it's the way your little cock is straining against the bars of it's cage at the sight in front of you. It might be breaking your heart but it's also turning you on like nothing ever has before.

The balaclavas have been torn away at this point and you recognise the faces of her five ex lovers. Of course you know who they are. You did the research before you bought the security system. Before you decided it was okay to drug your girlfriend into compliance. She must have had a hand in this. There's no way these men could have gotten in on their own.

But your girlfriend is past the point of coherency, can't answer your pathetic cries. She's had two loads fucked into her and a third on the way and you, her darling boyfriend, have drugged her out of her mind. This is exactly what you deserve, and everyone in this room knows it.

'I bought this for her,' a dark haired ex says, pulling out a large hitatchi wand. 'She told me you bitched about her using toys. Said it emasculated you.'

'Jesus,' a heavily tattooed ex says with an eye roll. He nods down at your caged cock. 'You expected her to cum just from that fucking thing?'

Shame curdles like milk in your gut. You try and squirm back as the one with the toy approaches you. But the bonds hold firm. He plugs the toy in and turns it on. The sound is almost enough to drown out the wet slaps of your girlfriend being ruthlessly fucked.

'She doesn't need this,' the ex says. 'But you're sitting here aching. So I have a proposition. I strap this to your thigh while the rest of us fuck our pretty girl dumb. If you manage to not spurt in that cage of yours, we'll call this a once off and never darken your doorstep again.'

'But if you do...' the tattooed ex says.

He grins wide, eyes sliding lazily over to your girlfriend and dancing with mirth. You swallow hard. Twisting and straining to get away from the approaching toy.

'Colour, baby?' your girlfriend calls out.

The scene pauses, everyone looking to you. Warmth bubbles up in your chest at the concern in her eyes. Despite the awful feelings bludgeoning you before, you find yourself smiling.

'Green,' you say and choke on a gasp as the toy is pressed taut against your caged cock.

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Scaredy-cats

Summary: Trying to branch out of your comfort zone, you try a haunted house installation in the middle of March.

Oneshot

Fluff, Meet-Cute, Non-idol au

Trigger Warnings: It is a haunted house, so it has light/minor horror themes.

Word Count: 2,056

Jacob X Reader

[A/n: As @jinkoh said; we watched Wings of Escape together and well, here’s another addition of that brainrot we experienced there. To check out jinkoh’s addition(s) to it you can find ‘em on kebbi’s blog 🥰]

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This year, you were determined to try things outside of your comfort zone. So when they announced a haunted house installation in March at an old youth hostel near you, you were all for it because “It’s just a haunted house. How bad can it be?” You were confident that it definitely couldn’t be spooky because it was becoming spring, daffodils were starting to bloom, and the outside ambiance would make for a non-scary experience. But what you underestimated was that it still was a haunted house. It wasn’t the outside that mattered. It was the actors and ambiance inside that did. 

---Pov Switch---

Jacob had applied for countless jobs and finally heard back on a security job. He was getting desperate, and anything would do for rent money at this point. So when he walked in, he wasn’t sure what the position entirely entailed until the person said, "You're aware this is for a security position watching live CCTV footage at a haunted house?" He nearly threw up, but considering it was also his last option, and that he was running low on funds, he could do it, right? "Yeah, that's fine." He should have never agreed to this. Although, he’s met all the scarers and has been friends with them long before this installation began. He still refuses to enter the ‘scarer floor’ after they decorated it, or he’d feel his stomach tie in knots. 

Even driving to work made his stomach turn. His guts twist every time he puts his car in park. All he ever wants to do when he walks up to the building is turn ducktail and run to his car. But that’s money on the line he can’t risk. He goes down the basement steps, unlocks the door, and gets inside, quickly turning on the lights and locking it behind him. He sighed in relief before checking everything over, inspecting all the cameras to see if they were working correctly. Before turning his two-way radio on and going, “Good afternoon!” He hears ten friendly voices greet him back. And he asks, “Anyone on the floor? Or are you all getting ready?” Getting various answers of; “Getting ready.” “Waiting.” “Snacking.” He laughs, “Any good snacks?” “Gummies, you want some?” “Hell yeah.” A few minutes later, a knock rings through the door. He peeks through the peephole and sees Kevin, “You’re not in costume. That’s nice.” “Don’t need you sick.” He puts out his hand, “Gummies?” Kevin hands him the pack, and he asks, “Everyone’s doing the same routine as usual, right?” Kevin nods, “Yeah, as always. Hopefully, no dates go awry this time.” Jacob laughs, “It was cute to see Younghoon take them around, though. It was much more pleasant to watch than your gorey scenes~.” Kevin rolls his eyes, “All I do is chop jello.” Which makes Jacob shiver, “It doesn’t read the same on the CCTV. It really looks like guts.” Kevin shakes his head at him, “Later?” He nods, “Yeah, later.” 

He eats his gummies, looking over the main control panel as the ‘night’ starts at the hotel. “Overhead lights off in 3… 2… 1… Stage lights on!” There are little cheers before they get into character, and he refuses to look up, only listening to his two-way radio and hearing the random songs Haknyeon performs every time Haknyeon turns on his radio, “Spooky scary plumbers~” Which makes Jacob tune in and cackle over the radio. He looks at his designated camera and sees him singing his heart out into the plunger. Jacob shakes his head and carries on playing on his phone. He looks up occasionally, assuring no one is actually getting murdered there. And he laughs as he watches a couple cowering behind Younghoon as if that would help their case. Younghoon, as if on cue, turns around with a sinister grin, effectively spooking them. Which makes his nerves stand on end at the motion. He shakes it off and goes back to his phone. 

And that’s how he spends the majority of his shift until he hears a door slam over the two-way radio someone’s turned on. He looks up to see Juyeon and Younghoon staring at it curiously. When Juyeon goes over the two-way, “Jacob… Uh… Someone just ran right into the utility closet and locked the door. We can’t help them out. I think Younghoon terrified them too much.” Younghoon scoffs, “I did not!” Juyeon continues, “Sure. Anyways, you’re the only one who has keys…” Jacob couldn’t believe his ears. This was the first time the crew didn’t have the situation under control. And of course, because he refused to do a floor check when the decorations were finally up, a door was left unlocked. 

With haste, he looks at his keys and the panel before deciding to go and get you. And with nerves shooting through him, he goes over the two-way, “You all go to our assigned rooms and stay in there!” Eric calls back, “Where do you want me to go!?” “The other side of the building- I don’t care!” He throws the door open after flipping the overhead lights on and rushes into the building as he searches for the correct key. He refuses to look ahead, only down at the floor, “Fuck! Why are there so many fake mice!” He rushes to the room you’ve locked yourself in, and unlocks it. He tries to push it open as he calls out, “Hey!” Inside the closet he hears you yell back, “Leave me alone!” “I’m not a scare actor!” He hears your mumbles, but you still don’t budge from the door. He sighs, “Please come on... This building scares me so much. I want to be out of here just as much as you do.” You ask softly, “You promise me you’re not wearing scary clothes?” “Promise. I’m wearing a jean jacket with flowers on it if that helps.” You sigh, “Pinky swear?” “Pinky swear.” 

---Pov Switch---

You hesitantly lift your weight off the door, and he carefully pushes the door in. You cover your eyes with your hands and peek out of them to see his blue jean jacket with pretty painted flowers on it like he said. No blood in sight. And you whisper, “I don’t… I don’t think I can move.” He gulps, “You want to stay here for a minute with me?” You nod, and he walks in and leans against the door. He mutters, “I hate working here.” Thinking he meant because he had to save scaredy-cats like you, you apologize, “Oh, I’m sorry.” He shakes his head, “Oh, that’s not what I meant!” He looks at you and says, “It’s not your fault! I just get scared easily and like, uh… It’s just not good for a person who doesn’t stomach this well.” You giggle at him and go, “Really? Then why are you working here?” He sighs, “It was my last option left. No one else would hire me.” You shake your head, “Is it good money?” “Not in comparison to being scared shitless every day at work.” You look at him confused, “Why don’t you quit?” “Until I find something else, it makes due. Plus, I've known my coworkers since high school, so it makes it easier.” You shake your head, “Well if it makes due and they’re genuinely nice guys outside of work. I understand.” He nods before asking, “Are you okay to go back out there?” “You can get us through? No scares?” “Yeah, promise, they’re all away.” You hear his two-way radio scratch, “I’m getting bored!!” He rolls his eyes, “Eric, our gardener… He’s a little excitable when it comes to scares. So we better move before he decides to be a meanie.” You agree and he calls back, “We’ll be out in three, no funny business.” “That’s my job, though…” “Eric…” “Fine.” He laughs as he opens the door and looks down. 

You follow suit gulping as you exit the doorway with him to see the fake mice, snakes, and spiders on the ground, “Can um… Can you hold my hand?” He nods, waiting for you with his hand out. You quickly grab it and cling to his side. “Not that far, right?” “No, but look down. Mice and snakes are somehow easier to stomach compared to the rest.” You let out an, “Uh-huh.” But your curiosity gets the best of you. You look up and see the amber lights illuminating the spiders and spiderwebs above along with the netting with fake limbs entangled in it dangling down at you. You let out a small, “Yikes!” He laughs, “Told you not to look up.” And you quickly look down with him. Every time the building creaks, you shiver, and he does too. When you see the bottom of the curtain, he says, “Here’s our exit.” He moves the curtain, and the sunlight greets you as he opens the door. You nearly kiss the ground as you mutter countless thank yous. 

You don’t let go of his hand even though you’ve made it out. Feeling a sense of comfort with his hand in yours before you ask, “Um… is there any way I can stay with you for a bit until I get my nerve back up to drive?” He nods, “Yeah, that’s fine. I just need to go back to my security room.” “Is it okay if I go with you?” “Yeah.” He leads you along the side of the building and down the stairs. He unlocks the door and leads you in before calling on the two-way radio, “Back to business.” He flicks the overheads off, and you watch as everyone exits their rooms on the cameras. He gestures for you to sit in the spinny chair, “I’m gonna grab the chair from over there.” He points to the corner and lets go of your hand before getting it. He joins you, his knee touching yours under his desk. You watch the CCTV roll, seeing all of the scares live at once, making you feel sick to your stomach again. And he goes, “I wouldn’t watch that if I were you.” You gulp and nod before looking down at your shoes. 

He distracts you from it by asking, “So what scared you so bad you ran to the first open door?” “Uh… It sounds silly.” He laughs, “I’m just as much of a scaredy cat as you, so it’s not silly. I promise.” “So uh, the one with the doll face? Yeah… So he was stitching that Frankenstein or something together. And it freaked me out… And when the butler-dude turned away from me to show me to the next room. I made my break for it, thinking it was the exit…” He laughs, and you pout, “I thought you promised it wouldn’t sound silly….” He shakes his hand, trying to hold his laughter back, “No, it’s funny, 'cause I would have done the same thing.” You grin and end up laughing with him. You stay with him his whole shift as he tells you a little about each actor to ease your nerves. “And the doll guy?” “He's a good dancer. But he loves what the two of us would consider scary dolls.” “Oh.” “Yeah, and he calls them cute.” You laugh, “Of course he does. What about you: any weird hobbies?” He shrugs, “Well, it’s not weird, but I like to play guitar and sing.” You smile, “That sounds lovely.” He smiles, “Maybe I could play for you sometime?” You ask, “There’ll be a next time?” “I uh… well, I’d hope so. You seem fun.” You laugh, “You just watched me get trapped in a haunted utility closet.” He laughs, “Yeah, I did.” “But I’d like to hear you play sometime soon.” 

You exchange numbers before he turns the overhead lights on and the stage lights off as all the actors head to the basement to change back into their casual attire. You start to leave since you and Jacob already had plans to meet again sometime soon. You figured it was best to get going while the going was good. Until he asks, “Since we both had a scary experience, what do you say to getting some ice cream with me?” You grin, waiting for him to join you, “I’d love to.”

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a mutually arranged attachment. (yoriichi tsugikuni x reader)

warning(s). none

categories. f/m

relationships. modern college student au! yoriichi tsugikuni x f!reader

characters. yoriichi tsugikuni, surprise guest hehehe

author’s note.  suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuper short update and i know it's crumbs bc im totally breadcrumbing you rn but i will post soon. im just trying to rehash this whole story and make it make sense you feel me, anyways enjoy the little bone i threw ur way if you want to be included in my taglist for this story lmk!

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��♡』 chapter thirteen: nothing but crumbs

It had felt like months since you had seen Yoriichi. In reality it had been only a few days since he had departed. Nothing like a good ole cry sesh to really help you regulate your emotions. Contact between the both of you was choppy. Signal where he was at wasn't so great, so he would call you when he could but it seemed to break up quite a lot. That is until he purchased satellite phones for the both of you to communicate through. That had helped put your minds at ease knowing that one another were still alive. 

The sound of Yoriichi's sigh made your stomach churn. 

"What?"

"I miss you. A lot. I feel like I've broken my promise to you already."

"I miss you, too, but don't say that."

Yoriichi paces around his room. The sound of floorboard creaking beneath him is heard through the phone. 

"Stop that."

"Sorry. Habit."

You laugh. "Just sit down. You're making me antsy here."

The line was quiet for a moment. You could tell he was drowning in his own thoughts. "So, how's the team coming along?"

Yoriichi cleared his throat. "It's a little harder than I thought. Ex-Hanafuda are a hana-ful."

You chuckled. "You're corny."

"I know." You could hear the smile in his voice. It made you hold onto the phone even closer as if it would provide any type of proximity to him. 

"It's taking a little bit of convinving is all, but I'll be back home before next week. I promise."

You sighed. Yoriichi felt his heart twist with guilt. Partially for leaving you behind and partially for lying. 

"Okay."

"You're never out of my sight, you know?" He peered down at the CCTV had installed in your room. 

You glanced up at and raised a brow. He smiled as he watched you lay back against his bed and wave. "Yeah, it's kinda creepy to be honest."

"Well, this is the only way I felt comfortable leaving you." He said as he flitted through the other cameras, getting a look around the permitter of your room. 

"It's still creepy."

He chuckled as he balanced his phone between his shoulder and skipped back to you. Your eyes drooping and your breathing getting slower. He could tell you were starting to drift off to sleep. 

"No doubt. You should sleep. I know it's late over there."

"Wouldn't you know?" You counter rather quickly. "Sorry."

He chuckled at your swiftness. "Sleep."

"'Kay. Night. Miss you." You murmured as you half-heartedly blew a kiss to the camera with closed eyes.

"Good night. Miss you more."

And with that he watched as you hung up the phone and snuggled into his bedsheets wearing the last set of pajamas he had worn before he left. He frowned. Yoriichi's heart ached for you. 

"Boss, are we heading out to meet the folks yet?" A head popped out from behind the door.

"Yeah, I'll be there, Haganezuka." His eyes never leaving the screen as he observed the way your chest rose and fell, fast asleep as cute as could be.

"Yoriichi."

He clicked his tongue. "Alright."

He put the monitor down and checked the app on his phone to make sure it was still connected to his home set up. He knew that Koshi was there along with more security guarding you at all times, but he couldn't help but feel worried.  He sighed as he padded out the room and began to make his way to the front door.

"So slow. We don't have all day."

Yoriichi ignores Haganezuka as he put on his shoes and meticulously tied his shoe, taking his sweet time. This had only vexed his fellow clan member. 

"Are you trying to get on my nerves?"

Yoriichi peeped up at him with a mischevious smile. "Maybe."

The man glanced down at him intently. "Brat."

"Tell me what's on the agenda today."

Haganezuka sighed as he pulled out his small notepad with a small schedule he had written out for the day. Reading out what he had set up for the day as Yoriichi had laced up his boots.

"...and obviously the most important part, meeting with [name's] parents."

Yoriichi's lips formed into a thin line at the mentioning of meeting [name's] parents behind your back. It wasn't like he didn't want to tell you but it would make things less emotional if they had kept you out out of it. 

"Don't look so glum. I'm sure her dad will hate you." 

"Is that suppose to cheer me up?" Yoriichi sat up to brush of his jeans.

Haganezuka beamed at him. "Nope."

Yoriichi sighed as he opened the door letting the light flood in. A new kind of resolve had coursed through him. He was the one who got you into this mess after all. It was now his turn to make it all worth your while.

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[terrence-silver]

I was re-watching ck s5 and when kenny get's sent to terry's office and how terry has his laptop open to camera's of the dojo but would he also have constant eyes on beloved even when he's away?

Honestly yes. He's there telling Kenny how he witnessed the best fighters in The Valley in their time and he's also silently multitasking by observing the CCTV footage of cameras installed all around various dojos and watching beloved make lunch at home or tinkering away with a domestic task through a remote recording, for all we know.

[secureace]

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[talesmaniac89]

Charity Heist 4 - aka. The Arm Candy Conundrum

A Supernatural Heist AU - Masterlist

Pairing: Hitter!Dean x Thief!Reader

Summary: The Singer & Winchester Retrieval Agency is the best group of con artists in the world. But even though Y/N can crack safes, scale buildings and infiltrate even the most secure locations, she still can't find a way to deal with her all consuming feelings for the group's greek god of a hitter; Dean Winchester. How will she handle their next big heist, when she's forced to get up close and personal with the man of her dreams?

Warnings: Idiots in love, smutty thoughts, a lot of swearing and a ton of bad jokes.

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A/N: This story is 50% jokes and 50% dirty thoughts. No deep angst, just fun and action! Inspired by the series Leverage.

Y/N = Your Name | Y/E/C = Your Eye Colour

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Unfortunately, there wasn’t a setting for ice cubes on your shower head. 

So, you made a mental note to yourself to ask Charlie for one and settled for plain old cold water to wash away the sweat and dirty thoughts. Which was still plenty cold in the underground bunker. Leaving you shivering as you quickly towel dried your hair and pulled on your most comfortable sweats. 

Smoothing down your still wet and tangled hair, in an effort to tame it at least a little, you hurried down the long hallway of the bunker and into Charlie’s tech dungeon in room 28. Your Network Operations Center, or as you liked to call it ‘Brainiac HQ’, was the true heart of your operation. Littered with files, screens and enough high tech systems to make NASA jealous; it was what nerdy dreams were made of. 

Or at least Charlie’s dreams, and your heists. 

This was where your very own resident wonder child hacked her way into databases, followed along on cameras and made all your fake identities believable. Though, calling it only Char’s was slightly wrong. Since Sammy spent most of his time there as well. Both of the team’s two teacher’s pets had their own areas in the operations room. With a separate space set up to accommodate the rest of your band of merry men when you were needed for in-depth planning and pre-con briefing past Bobby’s introductory preamble. 

You didn’t get your own desks. Since Dean, yourself and… Well, you couldn’t be fully certain about Cas, but none of you seemed like the teacher’s pet type. 

Hell, you’d never even gone to school, and you definitely didn’t play well with authority figures. You pictured yourself as a little more class clown than star pupil. Unless of course that teacher was Dean, and you were indulging in some more… Scholastic fantasies alone in your room at night. 

Then you’d be a really good girl.

This time, every screen was filled with multiple angles of the same overly bourgeois house. The whole place screamed old money in new hands, with its mix of good taste and trashy attempts at ‘modernizing’ it. Clearly Charlie and Sam had been hard at work while you were working out, or at least attempting to work out, with Dean. That was definitely the CCTV of the mafia boss’ home. Or at least the ground floor of it.

Luckily, that was exactly where the party would be happening. And, according to your man on the inside, the ground floor also housed the safe you were after.

“Right, so now that we’re all here,” Sam cleared his throat, a tried and tested bitch glare in place as he looked over your shoulder to where Dean was slowly sauntering into the room, a shiteating grin plastered on his face. His hair was damp and messy, and he’d changed into a new pair of black jeans and a very fitting AC/DC t-shirt to match his cover’s name. Clearly, if the slight flush to the skin on his neck was anything to go by, he hadn’t followed your example of keeping the shower short and cold. 

He looked hot, in more ways than one. 

“We’ve managed to hack into the CCTV already installed in the house. There’s only cameras on the ground floor, and only in strategic locations, at least from what’s tied to the CCTV setup. But we can use that to our advantage,” Sam said, dropping down into one of the chairs next to the literal wall of screens, as you moved to lean against Charlie’s desk. Careful to hide your small smile when Dean leaned against the desk next to you.

“You’ll need to memorize the blind spots. We want to be caught on camera as little as physically possible. We’ll erase what they have and loop the minutes before and after over it, but just in case they spot us swiping cards or scoping the place live on the night, it’s better if we keep out of the cameras’ line of sight,” He continued, nodding towards the screens just as Charlie’s fingers danced across her keyboard to focus in on one of the rooms.

“From the intel we have, the host likes to show off his wealth, so he'd be unlikely to limit the party space to just a few rooms. But this is probably where most of the people will be mingling,” Charlie shot in, nodding towards the large living room, littered with art pieces and small couches pushed against every wall. By the looks of it, they could fit a damned rock concert in there if they wanted to. 

“But…” 

Charlie cut off her own words as she furiously typed in a command on the computer. Splitting the view into multiple screens again, before refocusing the central screens on another room, much smaller, yet no less overly bougie. 

“This is the space we’re clocking as the most likely location for the safe,” Sam jumped right back in. The two of them worked together like the geekiest tag team the world had ever seen. If they were wrestlers, their stage names would be in binary.

“Other than the clearly forged Rembrandt, I can’t see anything that stands out from this angle, but I wasn’t expecting to either,” You mused, eyes locked on the screen in front of you and all business, even as your body reacted to the slight brush of Dean’s arm against yours next to you. 

“Bobby’s inside man wasn’t really forthcoming with all the details. He said the safe was in the house, and on the ground floor based on what he knew, but that’s it. We’ll need to scout for it when we’re there and confirm its location,” Sam nodded, hazel eyes focused on the screen for only a second before he turned in his chair to take in the rest of you. 

Each member of your little team was tense in anticipation and focused on the end goal now that you could see the finish line on the screens in front of you. 

These guys were going down.

“We don’t have enough details to plan for extraction yet. So on the night of the party we’ll have to; find the safe, plot the exit points and get an eye on the guards, plus whatever weapons they’re packing. That’s on top of Cas rubbing shoulders with the worst of ‘em in case we need the turnabout strategy and getting our hands on as many IDs as possible,” Sam was counting off each point on his fingers as Charlie continued to work her magic across the screen, bringing up new images over the still running video feeds. 

Yeah, you had your work cut out for you… 

And that was only the main plan. You knew there’d be extra little goodies to keep an eye out for as well. There always was. And as Sam fished out yet another pile of folders, you knew you were about to hear all about them… 

Yay…. 

Fucking folders.

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“We still haven’t managed to get hold of the full guest list, but I got snippets through some other, less secure, databases where some of the guests where a little too talkative about their invitations,” Charlie spoke up. Taking over again once Sam finished running through a laundry list of weapon types to look out for, people of interest that could be possible targets if they were there. As well as wiretap and camera placements that could help you collect more intel in the time between the party and the heist. 

With a quick tap of her index finger, the screen changed, pulling up a few very familiar faces, with some new ones thrown into the mix. You could feel the mood in the room sour as your shoulders tensed. Next to you, Dean’s body shifted, as if readying for a fight, as some of the most evil sons of bitches you knew popped up on the screen. If you hadn’t been sure that the party was a cover before, you sure as hell were now. With what was basically a who’s who of the biggest bastards the world knew littering the screens. 

Luckily none of your own former enemies from previous cons were up there… You were just too good at your job for any of those bastards to still be walking free. These guys however… These were the ones you’d yet to get enough on to warrant a heist. A slippery bunch. Each and every one of ‘em.

Including one of the slimiest men you knew...

“Dick Roman…” You muttered under your breath, (Y/E/C) eyes locked with the dead, nearly black eyes of the billionaire businessman and all around bad guy. Roman was a man all of you knew, hell… Most people did. As the owner of Roman Enterprises and one of the fifty most powerful men in America he was pretty much a household name. 

What most people didn’t know was that he was also big on biowarfare. One of the main players in the invention and sale of gasses, viruses and other forms of microscopic lethality. You’d yet to get a lead that allowed you to take him down, but you were itching to get the chance to. 

Especially Charlie, who’d once upon a time worked as a whitehat hacker for one of the bastard’s more legal businesses. The guy was scum… No… That was unfair to scum. He was like sludge sticking to the bottom of your sneaker. Black, viscous and annoyingly persistent. 

“Of course that dick’s gonna be there. We’ll have to play it carefully. He’s evil, but he ain’t stupid. If he makes any of us, he’s sure to make our lives a living hell,” Dean groaned next to you, one big hand going up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he shivered at the thought of the slimy bastard. 

“And he’s not the only one…” Charlie’s voice was trembling slightly as she looked at the image of a smartly dressed man next to Roman’s headshot. Jacob Styne… The Styne family was another big player in the American criminal underworld. Clearly this party was set to be filled with the worst of the worst.

The Stynes were, on the surface, a political family. With Jacob Styne being a front runner for future governor. Under the surface however, the Styne family didn’t make their money campaigning. Instead it came from generations in the organ trade. 

Politics cost an arm and a leg after all… 

The Styne family just chose to have others pay the entry fee for them. 

Unfortunately, they were currently untouchable. The many generations of Stynes had built safety nets upon safety nets around themselves. Including some untraceable accounts and a boat load of identities. Though you knew Bobby was hard at work trying to find a way you could take them down. 

“We’re really walking into hell here aren’t we,” You groaned, keeping your eyes on a nondescript woman in a grey suit; her brown hair up in a migraine inducingly tight bun. She looked like a librarian. A librarian you could tackle. At least that way you could avoid looking at the other, more familiar faces on the screen. The Bishops, The Thule cult, hell, even Astor, the crooked art dealer, was up on the list. And next to her, a man you really didn’t want to party with...

Alastair. 

That man was a monster. There wasn’t anyone in the underground that didn’t know his name. Serial-killer and main mafia torturer, he was pretty much just a killer for hire whose loyalty was only with his own wallet and the pleasure he found in pain. Also… He was yet another example of mobsters deciding to just, not have surnames. Like, wasn’t that supposed to be a Madonna thing? When did the big bad jump on the bandwagon?

What was next? Pointy bras and too much hairspray?

“So… We’re walking into a damned pit of vipers. What’s new?” Dean finally spoke up, breaking the heavy tension in the room as he signaled silently to his brother to keep the show moving, and preferably remove the pictures of pure evil from the screen. 

“True, but they do mean we have to be more careful. Try to avoid anyone making you, and if possible stay far away from the worst of ‘em, unless we see an opening that could help us take ‘em down later on,” Sam sighed, leaning over Charlie, where her eyes were still looked on the Styne family heir and hit a button to change the images on the screen to a new group of faces. 

This group was much more welcome and familiar. Well, with the exception of one, that was. 

The faces of your own little group, sans Sammy, were smiling back down at you, fake names and all. And of course, there was Crowley. Luckily, if you squinted just right, you could crop him out of the picture, and better yet, focus in on Dean’s headshot. 

He always looked damned good in a suit. 

“You’re all caught up on your covers right?” Sam asked as he turned away from the keyboard and looked over at the rest of you. Not missing your annoyed little huff as you rolled your eyes. 

“You mean Alicia? I’ve seen deeper background stories for nameless stormtroopers Sammy. Fucking Stormtroopers,” You didn’t bother hiding the bitteness in your voice, even as Dean tried to disguise his laughter behind an overly fake cough. 

“It’s…”

“Yeah yeah… Spare me the excuses. I know, the mafia’s terrified of a pair of tits,” You grumbled, looking up at the short bullet points next to each of your characters. Yours was just as short as Charlie’s. Neither of you needed much time to prepare your cover stories, even though you’d probably spend triple the time getting ready to go to the party. 

It was unfair. 

This time Dean didn’t even try to disguise his laughter, And the pure, brilliant sound of it sent the butterflies in your stomach into overdrive. Scratch that, these weren’t butterflies, they were damn attack helicopters. Yeah, you really loved making him laugh. It made you all tingly and warm. Even when faced with the mafia's particularly pungent brand of misogyny.

“Alright then,” Sam cleared his throat in a weak attempt to hide his own surprised laugh, before he gestured up at the screen behind him, eyes still on your group. 

“Cover wise, Castiel is the only one who should need to properly reveal his character’s background. Since Crowley will be introducing him to people as a possible investor. That way he’ll have easy access to get a full read of them, and hopefully tease some information out of ‘em as well,” As Sam spoke, Castiel nodded along. His normally stiff back relaxed and a slightly cocky smirk in place.

Your grifter always fell right into character the moment it was assigned. You’d be dealing with a strange mix of Cas and stranger danger from now until the party was over. And by the looks of the bullet points, his character was definitely ready to rub elbows with the big bad on the guestlist; weapon development, human trafficking, drugs… The full enchilada. 

“Charlie and (Y/N)... Your characters should stay as hidden as possible. I know you used to work for Roman Enterprises Char, but from what you’ve told me I don’t think we need to worry about Roman recognizing you. Try to avoid engaging in conversation and keep moving if someone tries to talk to you. You’ll be there as plus ones, so you should be able to rely on Cas and Dean for backup as far as covers go,” Sam continued, rolling his eyes at your childish frown. 

“Thank God… I don’t like talking to people,” The way Charlie whispered the word ‘people’ made it sound like the filthiest word known to man. The wash your mouth with soap type of filthy that was... Nothing like the filth in your own mind where you were still acutely aware of Dean next to you.

Sam only chuckled at Charlie’s words before finishing up the cover connection with Dean’s role. “And Dean… Your cover is as Cas’ business partner, but mainly in the way of ‘products’ and muscle, so you should be free to walk around. If anyone catches you eyeing up the firepower carried by the security at the party, you can lean into your arms dealer persona to get out of it,” 

On the screen, each new tap of Charlie’s finger brough new lines, tying the team and plan together. Easily mapping out the human ties needed to make your little group work within the confines of the party without standing out too much as individuals. All attention should be on Castiel, the rest of you should just appear as garnish to the untrained eye.

“Sounds good Sam. I’ll scout the guards with (Y/N), so she can scope out our exit paths, and...” Dean started, but before he could continue Sam raised a quick hand to stop him. Brown hair falling into his eyes as he shook his head.

“(Y/N)’s going as Castiel’s date. She’s the better pickpocket, and won’t need to move around as much past checking the exit paths and confirming the safe is where it’s supposed to be. Charlie needs to place cameras and wiretaps, so it makes sense for her to go with you Dean, since you’ll be on the move,” Sam said, nodding to Charlie who easily pressed a few keys and showed your approximate planned paths around the party, and the pairs you’d be in. Your smiling face looked back at you from the screen, sandwiched between Cas’ and Crowley’s... 

Damn it, you’d have to hang around the United Kingdom of Sass all night. You’d go crazy.

“Don’t worry Alicia, I’ll watch your back, and make sure to keep the main focus on myself. That way you can scout and free the marks of their wallets,” Cas was, as always, a true gentleman. Even if he insisted on calling you by your damned cover name already. 

You’d teamed up with the grifter a few times before, and you worked pretty well together. He always knew when to give you the space you needed to do your job without crowding you. And you knew he could control Crowley. The Scotsman seemed nearly subdued when Cas was around. 

The plan made sense, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t at least get one snarky dating remark in there… Maybe two if you were lucky.

“Alicia would want dinner first,” You smirked, raising an eyebrow at the trenchcoat enigma across the room from you. Happy when you managed to tease an exasperated eyeroll out of him, momentarily breaking his cover. 

“I’ll buy you a burger after we’re done with the case,” He conceded, which only helped brighten your smile. You never said no to free burgers. Yet, before you could speak up again to push for some fries with that burger, Dean interrupted you. 

“No, that doesn’t work,” 

His voice was deep and dark. So very different from your light teasing tone and even Castiel’s annoyed one. His lowered voice easily pulled your eyes off of Castiel and over to where he had pushed himself away from the desk, though he remained standing right next to you. 

“She needs to scope the exits, get eyes on the safe… We can’t just trust Bobby’s inside man,” His clenched jaw made the words come out clipped and short. Back straight and shoulders tense as he stared down the image of Crowley on the screen next to yours. The ice freezing up his green eyes barely visible under his long lashes as he kept his full attention on the screen, ignoring your questioning look. 

As always, Dean took your heists seriously, and you knew he felt responsible if any one of your little ragtag group got as much as a broken nail on his watch. Which was why he was always quick to react if he didn’t agree with a plan.

“We need the IDs and…” Sam started, clearly not seeing the challenge in his brother’s clenched jaw. Dean’s lips were pressed tightly together as he shook his head at Sam, taking a step towards him. 

“Castiel’s a great pickpocket. He can hand the cards to Charlie, who’ll strip the info and hand ‘em back. Easy... And it makes more sense. He can pull off getting close to ‘em better than (Y/N) can if she’s just his plus one,” 

Dean’s voice was like rolling thunder as he cut his brother off. His hands curled into slightly trembling fists at his sides as he opened his mouth to say more. Before clearly thinking better of it and swallowing the words down, hard. Choosing instead to tear his eyes off of the screen to stare down Sam instead.

“Charlie needs to plant cameras…” Sam wasn’t giving up on his plan either. When the two brothers butted heads it could often end up carrying on for a while. Clearly stubbornness ran in the family. No matter how infuriating it was for the rest of you.

“Yeah, but we’ve already marked where we want ‘em. Just choreograph her wandering the party, getting new drinks, whatever. Just like you’d have to make (Y/N) move to scout exits,” Dean nodded at the screen, still showing carefully plotted paths from room to room. The dotted lines made sure you’d all cover the ground you needed too, without the hosts or security catching onto you casing the joint. 

“Dean…” Sam’s eyes followed Dean’s to the screen, hand pushing the cursor over one path to highlight it as he got ready to lawyer up and make his rebuttal. 

But Dean wasn’t letting the younger man speak. His deep voice was all business, and when the former mercenary meant business, you really didn’t want to stand in his way. Even if they were talking about you as if you weren’t there. Which pissed you off, big time.

“Sammy... She should go with me. It makes the most sense,” Dean cut in again, arms folding across his chest as he kept his eyes on his brother and jaw clenched tight. 

“She’s right here you know! Stop treating me like I’m fucking invisible, ‘cause if I was I’d be a damn superhero by now,” You shot in, throwing your hat in the ring for the title of the most stubborn bastard of the bunker. 

You wouldn’t just stand around listening to them using you as an excuse for another fucking pissing contest. They both had good heads on their shoulders as far as planning went, but that didn’t mean they always knew how to use them. And that definitely didn’t give them the right to drag you into it like you were the last damned good toy on the playground.

“I know (Y/N), but this is the best way. The safe’s our priority,” Dean’s voice was warmer and calmer as he glanced away from his brother and flinched at the quiet anger building in your (Y/E/C) eyes. 

You really didn’t like it when someone tried to run your life for you. You’d had enough of that with the organization controlling every aspect of your childhood and early teen years. After all, you were a big girl, and you were fucking amazing at your job. 

No matter whose arm you had to hang off of during it. All because of the goddamn patriarchy. 

“I can…” You started, though you didn’t really know where you were going with it past some ‘I am woman, hear me roar’ lines to knock their testosterone levels down a few pegs. 

Yet, unfortunately, your bravado was short lived, as a gruff voice you hadn’t been expecting boomed over yours. Nearly making you bite your fucking tongue in surprise as you jumped away from the desk. Though you personally thought you did a damned good job at hiding your shock as you gracefully let yourself thud back against the desk with a sigh and an eye roll. 

“Boys! Stop actin’ like idjits. Sammy, your plan is good, but Dean makes a good point about the safe. Let’s switch the pairs,” Bobby’s voice came from out of nowhere. Drawing every set of eyes towards the phone on the table next to Sam. Your big boss hadn’t spoken up once during the whole briefing, but clearly he’d been listening in. 

Damn it, he was a ninja. A sneaky, stealthy phone ninja.

“(Y/N), you’re goin’ with Dean. Watch his back, case the exits and get eyes on the safe. That final one’s your main priority, got that? Dean, weapons and security, as planned. Charlie, you back Cas up and place your gadget eyes and ears along the way, Cas, you know what to do, you get our girl the cards she needs and she’ll strip ‘em,” 

Bobby didn’t give any of you a chance to even protest or, hell, agree to his plan. Shooting off rapidfire orders from the speakerphone on Sam’s desk as your little band of not so merry men nodded along like a bunch of scolded school children. 

“In the meantime… Sam, you’ll be running point on this one from outside the party. I’ll be busy on the turnabout angle, in case it comes to that, and greasin’ up the right legal wheels so we’re ready to throw the boss right into a jail cell if we can. Is that understood?” 

Once more your little group was left simply nodding at a phone as if it could see you. However, as the silence dragged on, it seemed your gruff leader needed a bit more of a verbal confirmation this time. 

“Yes boss,” 

Your voice mixed with those of the rest of your group, all groans, strict professionalism and tense nerves blending into a chorus. Each and every aspect of those many verbal emotions were just as present in you. Anger at Sam and Dean’s stubbornness, readiness to kick ass and forget about the names (you were never good at remembering ‘em anyway) and nerves… 

Fuck, there were so many nerves.

Ok... So, deep breaths. 

Now you’d have to act like Dean’s date. Damn it… You really should’ve practiced your cover better. You barely even remembered your fake name whenever he was around. If his hand had to be on your lower back, leading you around the room, you might just forget your actual name as well. 

Sam was a brilliant strategist, and he knew that having you at your best, meant also not having you at your damn horniest. So, your cover being any form of romantically entangled with Dean’s was a pairing that had been silently nixed for every other heist. EVER. 

Both Sam and Char knew you needed all your brain power for the cons. And with Dean around… Well, half of your brain went into maintenance mode; as your body had to remember how to breathe again and your heart beat its way out of your chest and into your throat.

Plus, with his icy eyes and tense shoulders from moments earlier still fresh in your mind, you couldn’t even manage another weak attempt at date snark to get another burger out of it. Which meant you’d lost your burger too... 

Everything about this con was just unfair. 

You did, for just a moment, consider warning him that you didn’t put out on the first date, as an attempt at your normal fake date snark. The same you’d normally pull with anyone you had to pretend to have given your heart to for a heist. This time though, that would just make you a liar. And though you were many things; a thief, a con artist, a spy and a damned good infiltrator, your mother didn’t raise no liar. 

Well… Your mother didn’t raise you at all, but that was beside the point.

There was no way you could pull off something as horrendously untrue as a snarky fib about first dates and your perceived archaic stance to them. Not with Dean. If it was him asking you on a date, then you’d have definitely invited him to your room to look at your pokemon card collection after just a cup of shitty bunker coffee. No need to wine and dine when the man himself was a fucking five star meal. 

Sure… You’d technically been paired with Dean on certain cases before. But your role wasn’t ever as his date. 

You were usually a secretary, or an art expert or something. Some form of cover that allowed at least a bit of breathing space between you, and didn’t involve hanging off his arm. But Alicia had no such background. Which meant you had to act as Dean’s girlfriend, or side piece, for the night. 

Shit... 

Was the world out to kill you? What had you done for Mother Earth herself to put out a hit on you? Was it the art theft in France? Or the time you might have, sort of, maybe, snuck into the Vatican? Or… Damn it. There were just too many items on your naughty list. Karma was a bitch, and one you’d been ghosting for a very, very long time. 

It seemed you were long overdue a death by heavy heart beats, frantic butterflies and dirty, downright filthy thoughts. And, as you glanced in Dean’s direction, you couldn’t help but think it’d be a hell of a way to go. Especially when your eyes locked with bright forest green as he beamed down at you from his victory over his brother. Looking absolutely freaking adorable. 

Yeah, the world was definitely out to kill you.

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Renjun Vs Haechan - Part 4 / 5

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It has been over a day, there was no sign of Daegal anywhere. As well no progress on getting dirt on YangYang on Renjun and Haechan new alliances.

The angry Chenle, seeing how slow the investigation. He decided to take things into his own hands, which happens to be in favour of Haechan and Renjun case in getting YangYang back.

Let’s see what chaos Chenle has caused…

YangYang: Hyuck and Renjun! Please I beg of you, don’t tell Eomma. I stole the dog, I will get killed big time!

Renjun: You need to do something for us

Now you all wondering, why is YangYang begging. Let’s rewind to the night before, the whole thing started

Back at Haechan and Renjun Chat

Today 21:00

Renjun🌱: Ughhh, this no use we still haven’t got dirt on YangYang!

Renjun🌱: He covered his track so well!

Haechan🐻: Either we have someone, who is afraid of YangYang or Somone mistaken him for a sheep

Renjun🌱: It’s the name, Eomma warned uncle ten not to name him that

Renjun🌱: I don’t know, who is worse you or him…

Haechan🐻: At least my victims, respect me and not scared that is the difference

Renjun🌱: Hmm shore hyuckie respect

Back at Dream Chat

Chenle💰: YOU GUYS ARE SO USELESS! Why hasn’t Daegal returned yet!!

Jaemin🐰: Sweetie, calm down. We are all trying!

Jeno🐶: With this attitude, I don’t think we should help…

Chenle💰: SHUT IT OLD MAN! THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!

Chenle💰: WORSE COME TO WORSE! I will make jisung dress up as Daegal as substitute

Jisung🚀: Hey! I didn’t agree to dress up as your dog!

Chenle💰: Well get on finding my baby! You won’t have to do it

Jaemin🐰: Okay, another question why is Mark sitting in the living room like a stature…

Jisung🚀: Mark hyung said, he got attacked by the devil and is not hyuckie

Renjun🌱: I told Mark, many many times not to go hang out with his bestie house. This always happens…

Haechan🐻: Why didn’t you put a tracker on the dog? That’s like a such a rookie mistake to do

Chenle💰: HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW! Someone dared to touch Daegal!

Renjun🌱: He has a point, Lele guard that dog like a hawk…

Haechan🐻: Just check your CCTV camera whatever spy stuff you have

Jaemin🐰: You installed cameras? Without my permission

Chenle💰: HYUCK SHUT YOUR MOUTH! And also thanks, definitely no cctv camera whatsoever

Few mins later…

Chenle💰: EOMMA! TAKE ME TO UNCLE TEN HOUSE! IT THAT SHEEP BOY AGAIN!!

Jaemin🐰: Woah! Let’s not jump into conclusions

Chenle💰: I SAW IT WITH MY OWN EYES! Which someone sent me of course ahem

Renjun🌱: Hyuckie and I can accompany you! Right hyuckie?

Haechan🐻: Oh yes! Definitely

Chenle💰: Stop hesitating and get the car going and take me there! Or else I will drive there myself

Jaemin🐰: Jeno take the kids to Uncle Ten house

Jeno🐶: Hey why me? You the mother!

Jaemin🐰: As the mother, I ask politely to take the kids to uncle ten house

Jeno🐶: Sorry no can do! I’m trying to make Mark speak and he kept on hugging me. So you have do it

Jaemin🐰: I always get the bad vibes, when I go around his house without doyoung hyung around

Chenle💰: Well chop chop! My baby is in need of rescue

A 15 mins car journey ride…

Without knocking Chenle immediately barged into the house. Demanding where is Daegal is, follow along with renjun and Haechan.

Chenle: WHERE IS DAEGAL!!

The loud shout, startled Kun and Xiaojun who is chilling in the living room

Kun: Lele, did you lose Daegal?

Xiaojun: P-please don’t hurt me! We have no dog here whatsoever

Chenle: CUT THE ACT! Where is YangYang! HE STOLE MY DOG!!

Kun: YangYang? He barely left his room! It can’t be him

With chenle shouting, the not so happy Ten stomped down the stairs asking what the noise is about.

Ten: Oh gosh it’s that werid child, Nana take him away! He is so noisy

Jaemin: Hyung, my child lost his dog and insisted that it is here….

Ten: We don’t own dogs here, just cats you looked at the wrong place hun. Now begone, I need my beauty sleep

Xiaojun: 3 in the afternoon?

Ten: Son? You have a problem..?

Xiaojun: No Eomma…

Before Ten has a chance, to shoot chenle and Jaemin away. He heard barking noise coming from YangYang room.

Ten: What was that?

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[captainfightingflower]

Youtube videos i picture happening in the Jackbox universe:

STOP CALLING ME A BOTTOM!!!

Thumbnail: Cookie Masterson yelling angerly at the camera.

Mukbang: eating an entire child

Thumbnail: The Wheel of Enormous Proportions holding a child by the arms, who looks remarkably calm.

I WAS KIDNAPPED!!! Ι Storytime

Thumbnail: Josh “Schmitty” Schmitstinstien with a vacant stare, accompanied by the text “He kept me in a crate...” & “...and only let me out to host Quiplash”.

Reacting to the CCTV footage of the people in my basement

Thumbnail: [REDACTED] sitting passively, eating chips from a bag, with a person screaming in agony from the axe wound on the side of their face in the corner of the screen.

ASMR: Disarming the bomb installed inside your uvula (bad end)

Thumbnail: Greg, with pliers deep inside a pair of chatter teeth, looking at a bomb defusal manuel with mild panic.

Why i left You Don’t Know Jack

Thumbnail: Buzz Lippman with a puffy face looking directly at the camera looking slightly dishevelled.

HOW TO STOP THE GOVERNMENT FROM SPYING ON YOU! 10 Easy Life Hacks To Help You Stay Safe

Thumbnail: Nate Shapiro putting ducktape over his webcam while staring at the camera and giving a thumbs up.

Response to BetterNateThanN3VER’s video “HOW TO STOP THE GOVERNMENT FROM SPYING ON YOU! 10 Easy Life Hacks To Help You Stay Safe”

Thumbnail: The Guesspionage host sitting inside of a slightly dark room in an office chair with his legs crossed and hands together.

Speedpaint #4

Thumbnail: Blurry image of the Drawful hostess’ arm scribbling intensely onto a piece of paper.

Reading the dictionary outloud part 26 : the Zs!

Thumbnail: The Keeper reading a dictionary with a smile.

Combusting toaster oven SOUND EFFECT

Thumbnail: A very close-up shot of M.O.T.H.E.R.’s face displaying the volume symbol in 8-bit.

Caverne Tour! 100 000 victim special

Thumbnail: L’averne Caverne vlogging herself inside her cave with the unconscious body of her 100 000th victim barely visible behind her.

[mariacallous]

It was another busy week in security, complete with hacks, murders, prosecutions, and US congressional investigations. But first, here’s some news from the security desk at WIRED.

In spite of law enforcement’s crackdown on ransomware attacks in recent years, 2023 is set to be the second biggest year for ransomware revenue after 2021. Data from cryptocurrency tracing firm Chainalysis shows that in the first six months of 2023, victims have paid $449 million—nearly as much as the total payments in all of 2022. As the volume of attacks has spiked, ransomware groups have become more aggressive and reckless in their tactics.

Earlier this week, Microsoft revealed that a Chinese hacker group had accessed the cloud-based Outlook email systems of 25 organizations, including the US State Department. They employed a unique trick: using stolen cryptographic keys to generate authentication tokens, which gave them access to dozens of Microsoft customer accounts.

A man who played a major role in building the world’s first dark-web drug market has been sentenced to 20 years in federal prison. Roger Thomas Clark—also known as Variety Jones—will now likely spend much of the rest of his life incarcerated for helping to pioneer Silk Road, the anonymous, cryptocurrency-based model for online illegal sales of drugs.

And finally, we examined the rapid rise of real-time crime centers since the September 11, 2001 attacks. Across the US, more than 100 of these high-tech surveillance operations have popped up, leveraging CCTV, gunshot sensors, face recognition, and social media-monitoring to keep watch over cities. But at what cost?

That’s not all. Each week, we round up the security and privacy news we didn’t cover in depth ourselves. Click on the headlines to read the full stories, and stay safe out there.

Nude Videos of Kids From Hacked Hikvision Cameras Were Sold on Telegram

An explosive report from IPVM, a surveillance industry trade publication, found that child sexual abuse material sourced from hundreds of hacked Hikvision cameras is being sold on Telegram. The report states that hackers likely gained access to insecure Hikvision cameras by exploiting weak or known passwords, and then used the company’s mobile app to distribute access to the feeds.

IPVM found messages in Telegram channels that advertise access to the hacked cameras using terms like “cp” (child porn), “kids room,” “family room,” and “bedroom of a young girl” to entice potential buyers. Telegram has since taken down the channels, some of which had thousands of members.

Telegram has long been criticized for lax content moderation. In 2021, a nonprofit called the Coalition for a Safer Web sued Apple and demanded that the company remove Telegram from its App Store, citing the app’s failure to remove violent and extremist content.

Hikvision’s response was adversarial. “Hikvision knows nothing about these potential crimes,” the company said in a statement. “IPVM’s selfish decision to seek comment from us prior to alerting authorities is highly questionable and, in this instance, disgraceful.”

IPVM disputes this allegation and says it promptly contacted the FBI upon discovering the crimes.

Fitness App May Have Helped Track Murdered Russian

A murdered Russian submarine captain may have been tracked by his killer through the Strava fitness app. According to the BBC, the commander, Stanislav Rzhitsky, kept a public Strava profile that detailed his jogging routes—including one that took him through the park where he was killed early this week.

Privacy experts have been concerned about the dangers posed by social fitness apps like Strava for years. In 2018, for example, researchers exposed several secret US military installations using public data from soldiers tracking their fitness with the app.

While the killer’s motivations are currently unclear, Russian investigators say they arrested a man named Serhiy Denysenko, born in Ukraine, in connection with the murder. According to several Russian Telegram channels, Denysenko was the former head of the Ukrainian Karate Federation.

Ukrainian media reported that Rzhitsky commanded a Russian Kilo-class submarine that may have carried out a deadly missile attack on the Ukrainian city of Vinnytsia last year. Rhitsky’s personal information had previously been uploaded to the Ukrainian website Myrotvorets (Peacemaker), an unofficial database of people considered to be enemies of Ukraine, according to CNN.

Ukraine’s Defense Intelligence did not take responsibility for the commander’s death. “Obviously, he was eliminated by his own men for refusing to continue to carry out combat orders from his command regarding missile attacks on peaceful Ukrainian cities,” the agency wrote in a statement.

Tax Prep Sites Expose Data to Facebook and Google

A congressional investigation, led by US senator Elizabeth Warren, found that millions of Americans who file their taxes online with H&R Block, TaxSlayer, and TaxAct had financial information shared with Google and Facebook. The investigation was spurred by a 2022 report by The Markup that revealed how the three companies were transmitting sensitive data to Facebook through a tool called the Meta Pixel. The data was sent as taxpayers filed their taxes and contained personal information, including income and refund amounts.

Warren and six other lawmakers wrote to the US Justice Department this week, asking for criminal charges against the tax companies for breaking laws forbidding them from sharing their clients’ personal information. “The tax prep firms were shockingly careless with their treatment of taxpayer data,” the lawmakers wrote.

A third of the 80,000 most popular websites on the internet use the Meta Pixel, a 2020 investigation by The Markup found. Website operators include the pixel to measure clicks from their ads on Facebook’s platforms, but at the expense of their users’ privacy. Crisis Pregnancy Centers, Suicide Hotlines, and hospitals and have all been caught sending sensitive user data to Meta in the past few years.

The seven Democrats called on the US Internal Revenue Service to build its own free tax preparation software, though government services have also been caught using the Pixel to send data to Meta.

Nebraska Mom Pleads Guilty to Giving Abortion Pills to Her Teen Daughter

A Nebraska woman has pleaded guilty to criminal charges after helping her 17-year-old daughter with a medication abortion last year; key evidence against her included her Facebook messages. In mid-June of 2022, Nebraska police sent a warrant to Meta requesting private messages from the mother and daughter as part of an investigation into an illegal abortion, court documents show. The chats appear to show the mother instructing her daughter about how to take the pills. “Ya the 1 pill stops the hormones an rhen u gotta wait 24 HR 2 take the other,” reads one of her messages.

Since the US Supreme Court overturned Roe v. Wade in June 2022, experts have raised serious concerns about the variety of ways data will be weaponized by law enforcement who want to prosecute people seeking abortions. Because Facebook Messenger doesn’t default to end-to-end encryption (E2EE) the way messaging services like Signal, WhatsApp, and iMessage do, people are especially vulnerable to criminal investigations if they use the platform.

UK Prosecutors Say Teen Lapsus$ Member Was Behind Uber Hack

According to a recent report from Reuters, prosecutors told a London court that a teenager associated with the hacking group Lapsus$ was responsible for high-profile hacks of Uber and fintech company Revolut in September of last year. Arion Kurtaj, who is 18, faces 12 charges, including three counts of blackmail, two counts of fraud, and six charges under the UK’s Computer Misuse Act.

The Uber hack reportedly cost the company $3 million in damages. At the time, Uber said the hacker who took responsibility posted pornographic material to an internal information page alongside the message: “Fuck you wankers.”

Kurtaj, along with an unnamed 17-year-old, is also facing allegations of blackmailing BT Group, EE, and Nvidia. Prosecutors described the pair as “key players” in Lapsus$. Kurtaj has been deemed not fit to stand trial by medical professionals; the jury will decide whether he is responsible for the hacking incidents rather than guilty of them.